"There is no such thing as a rejection, sir," the grave voice of the grey-bearded wizard echoed in my mind. Twenty years ago, I was very interested in sorcery. Responding to a flier from the bum down the street, I applied for the School of Sorcery. My major of choice: Dragon Slaying. That was me … Continue reading Sorcery
"Another ship. Silvery, circular, and two antennas sticking out, you know. Them."
I only see the essence of things, like inked illustrations, the black outlines, and pure whiteness.
On a hot summer night, Billy Jean sat at the window, waiting for the stars to fall. And fall they did as hundreds of little scarlet streaks illuminated the night sky. One of the stars fell in his backyard. It was big, round, and grey. It looked like a stone, like an egg. A giant … Continue reading Grey Rocks
Masks and capes and fancy flashy outfits. People running faster than the wind, people lifting cars in the streets, people bending spoons with their mind alone - the age of heroes. But bloody tears started to show themselves on The Great Lucha's mask. They weren't real tears, no, the painted-on tears, on the mask. The … Continue reading The Great Lucha
"Isn't that some food," Bob said while chewing his steak. "I told you, it's the best steakhouse in the area," I replied. Bob ate his food in silence for some time. "So you've decided, huh?" Bob said. "Yes," I said and cut a piece from my steak. "Nothing personal, though." "Yes, yes, I understand. Business … Continue reading Danger sense
I saw them from the spaceship on the way over, six equal-sized moons, which orbited around the planet. They had kidnapped me. They had caught me unawares. I was taken hostage while I slept. Had I been awake, I would've ripped their heads off. "You're the prey. We will hunt you," they said. "Tomorrow, you … Continue reading The Six Moons
Bistamonte knew he was going to die. He knew age had caught up with him. But before dying, there was something that he wanted to do. He wanted to see his parents alive. They had died years ago, in front of Bistamonte's very eyes. The sight of his parents running around in flames while their … Continue reading Bistamonte
The Demon King slept on his grand throne. It wasn't kingly behaviour to do so, not for humans, but for demons, it was fairly appropriate. He awoke when the faint hum of human voices reached him. The smell of their tender flesh making him salivate. "Who is it that knocks?" he asked the crystal ball … Continue reading (Dis)Honoring the traditions
Lurking in my shadow, it follows me. A black thing, amorphous, and ghastly. Having such a thing follow you, one might think, isn't ideal. But it is. The shadow-lurker has always protected me. It caught me in a wide net of shadows when I fell from the roof of my house. It spooked the mad … Continue reading The Shadow-Lurker